Where the mind is in fear
and the head is in gloom and pain
Where knowledge is enslaved
Where the world is being broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from manufactured lies
Where hollow praises and gloating attain puerile crescendo
Where the stream of reason is a muddy quicksand
In the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by coterie
Into submission and eternal flattery
Into this hell bent fiefdom, dear father
let not this country awake.
